Ever since i was young i fell in love with the art of dance. When i finally joined i felt like i was a little behind hence everyone was in my class was dancing since they were toddlers. My first day of dance was pretty nerve racking. My teacher would say to do something and i wouldn't know what to do because i didn't know any dance vocabulary. I would have to look around and try to fit in as much as possible so my teacher wouldn't think i wasn't fit for the class.
I remember how much I loved to dance. My mother repeatedly throughout the years told me the story of how I used to dance in front of a mirror singing into a microphone, which was actually a hair brush. Moreover, this thought years later brings me to a time at school.
Some people assume that I have been dancing here my whole life because of my connection to the girls and my improvement over the years, but truthfully I started dancing at Spotlight when I was in fifth grade. A good friend of mine from school, Alexa, had always talked to me about how much she loved this studio and how great the people were there. I had danced when I was younger but left the sport to plays soccer for several years. Dance was always within me, and it finally came to the point that I knew I wanted to continue to do what I previously had loved. I decided to go to the fall open house and check out the dance studio.
While she, her brother Fritz, and their mother are in the East, their father and other brother are in the West. Four years later, on her way home from school, Gerta, who is now twelve, spots someone familiar from a viewing tower in the West. It was her brother, Dominic. The next day on her way to school, she sees Dominic again, only he was with her father. Once it was distinct he had her full attention, he proceeded to do a dance he used to do for her before she went to bed.
I had done gymnastics ever since I could remember. Being the rambunctious three year-old that I was my parents decided to enroll me in gymnastics. Over the years, the gym had become my second home. I loved the smell of the chalk on my hands, the feel of my sore body as I left the gym, and the excitement of the next challenge. I especially enjoyed witnessing all the hardworking girls ,just like myself, strive for their dream.
I then head down stairs one by one and head towards the kitchen to fix myself a snack. After I wash my plate, cup, and silver ware like my mother always told me.” Turn the water on very hot, and use lots of dish soap”. I guess hot water kills more germs. After I dry my dishes I put each item away in it designated spot. Next I run upstairs and get started on my homework because I knew I could play outside if I finished early enough.
About two years ago I was a recreational dancer and all I wanted was to go onto the competitive team. Every class I would work so hard and push my limits so that I could be flexible enough for the competition. Audition day came and I made it onto the team. But a couple weeks later I found out that the dance studio closed. I was so bummed out, and I thought that I would never have that opportunity again.
Are my teachers nice? Am I gonna have classes with my friends? After I ate breakfast, I got in the car with my mom and met up with my best friend Kalliee so we could at least walk in together because we didn 't have any classes together. As Kalliee and I were walking in, the first thing I did was drop something. The the I dropped was of course my deodorant.
One day when I was 10 years old. I was in dance special lesson in summer. These are hard schedule for accept SHIKI audition. The curriculum are made of jazz dancing, ballet and singing in all day summer vacation but I started dance 3 month before this. I do all things with effort and passion.
And it doesn’t stop there! I also take days to decide if they are good enough to be posted. Another example is trying new dance moves. I have been a ballerina ever since age two, but every time we had to learn a new skill, I wanted to try it on my own first. If I judged that it wasn’t good enough, I wouldn’t do it in front of other people.
We ate Hot Cheetos,Pringles and drank pop. Everyone returned home by 4:15. I stopped doing my math things and then read The Perks Of Being A Wallflower. I hope the book is as good as the movie I watched. I then recycled a few old papers and set in new folder like tab divder for my main binder.
I went to the gym and inquired about a job application and the process began. They were delighted to have me and told me I could work birthday parties and open gyms. Every sliver of money earned went towards that dance team, and I finished paying it off just a couple months after the season ended. Once I got a job sophomore year, I learned how to balance my life really well. The experience made me grow up quicker than others.
", "What is your favorite thing to do?" or almost any question about myself, my answer has always been dance. When I was fourteen, I decided to take a risk. I had debated the decision before, but it was always too expensive. After I opened up to my teacher and she told me all of the amazing fundraising opportunities, it was decided; I was going to try out for the competition team.
For the last round, round three, a dancer has to dance the longest out of all the people dancing to win. The dancer has to do this without stopping. Only one person has to participate. Belle and Bella practice everyday for this round. One day while they are practicing, Belle twists her ankle.